That was a friend I never wanted
And now I see riding along a silver car
She made the cabinet get haunted
A traitor though, no trade enough to make a spark
Is that a dust upon the chalice or another seed
To grow a furrow in the brow?
Prop it up one corner to another
Bottom lip hangs lower
Top across the teeth you chatter
Ear is to the ground
Prop it up one corner to another
Bottom lip hangs lower
Top across the teeth you chatter
Ear is to the ground
I'm in a limit and it's a shame
See something breaking and I do the same
Same one smile trauma brains
Harness the power of the lunar to sympathize
The energy of being wrong
The solitary of Apollo, a wooden tooth
Have a heaven of their own
Same one smile is their home
Prop it up one corner to another
Bottom lip hangs lower
Top across the teeth you chatter
Ear is to the ground
Prop it up one corner to another
Bottom lip hangs lower
Top across the teeth you chatter
Ear is to the ground
Ear is to the ground
Ear is to the ground
